Gou Dao Changsheng: Starting from the Reincarnation of a Demon Cultivator

Chapter 605 The Spirit Crane is Entangled in Yin Energy, and Ghostly Qi Transforms into Auspicious Light

Within the sandalwood gate, a chilling aura emanated, rippled and echoed in a circular pattern.

As Fang Yi manipulated his hand seals, the various spiritual materials in the Five Poison Cauldron, such as the Thousand-Refined Nether Bone, the Yin-Connecting Wood, the Soul-Nourishing Leaf, and the Cloud Iron, transformed into ever-changing clumps of spiritual liquid.

"Swiftly!" Hollow bones condensed and took shape, gleaming with a dark jade-like luster.

"combine!"

The head, neck, ribs, chest, feathers, and feet—the exquisitely crafted bones of varying sizes—merged together to form a crane-shaped skeleton with wings spanning three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

The pale, sinister energy transformed into chains, which snaked through the skeleton.

The cyan feathers are as thin as cicada wings, full of vitality, with each wing root inserted into the wing bone, exuding a sense of tranquility.

Fang Yi's tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and the corners of his mouth slightly curved up, revealing a hint of joy.

"Of all the arts of cultivating immortality, I am most talented in the art of puppetry."

He took stock of his wealth and possessions, including numerous magical treasures such as the Void Realm Withering and Flourishing Banner, the Five Poisons Cauldron, and the Azure Water Ancient Map.
For ordinary cultivators to condense their core, such as Jiu Han and Hu Lei of Xuan Yang Mountain, with the support of their sects, and to refine their natal treasure into a protective barrier, they are already quite wealthy and have had many opportunities.

Holding three magical treasures, one must be a seasoned cultivator who has reached the Core Formation stage over a hundred years ago to attain such a status.

This third-tier, low-grade, terrifying crane puppet was crafted from the Azure Sound Pure Heart Bamboo.

The wood-type flying puppets are not only skilled in the arts of spirit and soul, but can also assist me in casting wood-type illusions, thus compensating for their lack of offensive capabilities.

Fang Yi pinched the bridge of his nose, his expression a mixture of joy and worry. "It's just a pity."

With a wisp of his magic, the crane-shaped puppet, with wingspans of three zhang, began to circulate its energy. The inscribed magical restrictions were activated, and its aura changed drastically, losing its former purity and elegance.

Its pearl-like pupils flickered with eerie green flames, and its wings, stained black by the Thousand Refined Bones, emitted a 'clucking' sound of skeletal friction as they flapped.

"The Thousand-Refined Bone is close to the third tier in quality, it is infused with the gentle and warm essence of the Azure Heart Bamboo, and it is further enhanced by the peak third-tier puppetry skills."

Fang Yi's expression was uncertain, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

"The quality of the puppet has improved significantly, but its appearance is closer to that of a demonic treasure, rather than the crane shape with blue feathers and white plumage that was designed."

The obsidian tower stands tall, piercing the clouds, with eight hundred bronze bells swaying between its eaves and brackets, used to suppress evil spirits and draw fire.

The cultivators thronged beneath the gilded plaque of "The Exploitation of the Works of Nature." A year was enough time for the conflict between Yang Juyu and the fake Xiake to settle down.

"Senior Sister Chen, are you Master Xun Juyu?"

"The True Immortal is refining magical artifacts at the Fire Apricot Pavilion; Senior Sister, please don't forget."

Hearing the constant flattery, Chen Yanlian slowed her pace, and the corners of her mouth curled up in a wide smile.

Within the Heavenly Craftsmanship Pavilion, the Fake Xiake held absolute power. Her lineage relied on Yang Juyu's near-third-tier weapon-refining skills for support, and was virtually powerless to resist.

After more than a hundred years of cultivation, this was the first time she had been flattered like this.

"Master is indeed farsighted. After joining the lineage of Uncle-Master Fang Yi, my lineage has become even more prosperous."

When fighting Jia Yunfeng, there's no need to worry about being tricked by the fake Xiake, hindering the exchange of spiritual items and slowing down cultivation.

Having already been given the opportunity to mentor Jia Yunfeng three times this year, Chen Yan is stunningly beautiful and increasingly captivating.

As she walked, her long dress swayed, carrying a faint fragrance of bamboo. Countless cultivators were captivated, their hearts stirred by this most beautiful woman in the world.

Looking at the attracted cultivators, Chen Yan brushed a strand of hair from her temple and smiled back.

"After a decade apart, my fellow disciples are all in high spirits, and my fellow disciples have become even more charming."

"Gulp!" The handsome cultivator, who had only recently established his foundation, swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

The monk, with his hair styled in a beautiful updo and wearing a long apricot-yellow dress, had a flushed face and was filled with excitement.

"You scoundrel!" In the southwest corner of the main hall, beneath a vermilion stone pillar, Jia Yunfeng, his eyes gleaming with gloom, stood with a dark expression.

He suppressed his aura, his gaze turning gloomy, staring at Chen Yan, whose skin was as white as jade and whose eyes were bright and teeth as white as a venomous snake.

'He's only seeking the sect leader as a backer, yet he's so arrogant and overconfident.'

Chen Yanlian paused slightly, sensing a familiar aura, and walked straight toward Jia Yunfeng under the watchful eyes of the cultivators in the building.

"Junior Brother Yunfeng, it's been a long time. Why are your injuries still not healed? How dare you appear before me? Have you not learned your lesson?"

Seeing Jia Yunfeng subconsciously take a half step back, his hands making several hand seals, he ultimately dared not make a move.

He cursed under his breath and left in a sorry state.

"Jia Yunfeng, you scoundrel who relies on your master's power, you've finally met your match?"

Chen Yan laughed so hard her body trembled, all the resentment that had accumulated in her chest for decades dissipated, and she felt that her cultivation bottleneck had been lightened by several points.

Fire Apricot Pavilion, where underground fire veins spew forth earth fire, the pavilion is filled with a scorching heat, and orange-red flames lick at the large cauldron.

Yang Juyu was shirtless, letting the scorching sparks fall on his skin.

As his incantation changed, the jade water in the cauldron gradually transformed into a pot-shaped magical artifact, and various magical restrictions gradually took shape.

"Buzz!"

He waved his hand to suppress the surging spiritual pressure.

Inside the refining cauldron, the flames gradually dissipated, revealing a magical artifact.

The ultimate magical artifact for plant masters: the Azure Rain Pot.

The jade pot was thirteen inches tall, shaped like an upside-down gourd with dewdrops, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, with smooth lines like a waterfall.

The slightly bulging belly of the vessel holds the promise of rain, and as light and shadow shift, ripples of water and wood patterns appear and disappear.

"With eleven magical restrictions, it is among the best of all magical artifacts."

With this Qinglin Pot, Liang Qu will surely be able to cultivate Master's third-tier medicinal herb field even more excellently.”

Over the course of a year, the magical restrictions within Yang Juyu's soul completely destroyed his potential, while he found himself increasingly drawn to Fang Yi.

As Chen Yan entered Huoxinglou, she saw Yang Juyu carrying a Ganlin Pot, examining it closely with a satisfied expression.

"Yan'er greets Master!" The young woman, who looked to be about sixteen years old, bowed respectfully. Her silver-silk robe clung to her graceful figure, and her words carried a hint of allure.

"Haha, Yan'er, you've come at the perfect time! What do you think of the quality of this Qinglin teapot?"

Yang Juyu skillfully pulled Chen Yan into his arms, whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

"Master's weapon-forging skills have improved, and he has already surpassed Yan Xiake."

Although they did not know why their master had refined the Azure Rain Pot, which was specially made for spiritual plant cultivators, and why he had spent so much effort to bring the material to its full potential.

In the past, some cultivators would ask for favors to refine magical artifacts. For example, the main material of this Qinglin Pot could be refined with at most ten magical restrictions to become a top-grade magical artifact.

This extra magical restriction requires a tremendous amount of effort, enough to make the weapon refiner waste a lot of auxiliary materials, making it a losing proposition.

Chen Yan was able to stand out despite being suppressed by the fake Xiake and targeted by Jia Yunfeng.

Seventy percent of his success came from Yang Juyu's favoritism, so he naturally had to serve him meticulously, and the two had a close relationship.

“Master, Yan’er specially went to Shennong Pavilion to exchange for a Body-Cleansing Cold Pearl and a Warming Essence Elixir.”

Why not give it a try?

Chen Yan exhaled softly and took out two jade boxes from her sleeve, one containing an ice crystal the size of a soybean, and the other containing a steaming hot spiritual liquid.

"Yan'er is so sensible. After some time, once I have completely suppressed the fake Xiake and have no worries, I will take you into my family."

Chen Yan's eyes were filled with spring-like water as she served him even more attentively. With Yang Juyu's promise, her status rose greatly. In the future, whether it was taking on sect missions or exchanging for spiritual items, it would be of great benefit.

Half an hour later, Yang Juyu, naked, squinted and enjoyed the soft, warm fragrance of the jade.

"Yan'er, how was your choice of a beautiful female cultivator with the potential to reach Foundation Establishment?"

Chen Yanyu stretched out her arms lightly, her breath as fragrant as orchids. "Master underestimates me, doesn't he? In these decades, what mistake has Yan'er ever made?"

She took out a book and several scrolls of portraits of beautiful women from a pink storage bag beside her bed.

"These are the selected female cultivators. Their appearance, character, manners, and cultivation are all top-notch among Qi Refining cultivators."

"Ladies from noble families, girls from humble backgrounds, twin sisters—you name it, they have it."

Seeing Yang Juyu's attentiveness, Chen Yan felt a little jealous and offered some advice with slight dissatisfaction.

"Master is merely assisting Fang Yi; why be so attentive? Favors given hastily are worthless."
"We can wait until Fang Yi has suffered his fate before doing this."

"Slap!" A slap landed, and Chen Yan's fair cheek swelled up instantly.

In an instant, Yang Juyu's eyes flashed with a cold light, like a beast devouring its prey, showing no trace of the tenderness he had shown just moments before.

"Who taught you to say that?"

Such foolishness... it seems I need to reconsider accepting you as a disciple."

Chen Yan shrank back slightly, touched the trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, felt the pain, and said in disbelief.

"Yan'er is only thinking of you. Fang Yi holds the Heavenly Craftsmanship Token, and his position is not low."

But at most, he's no better than a fake Xi Xiake. Why must Master be so attentive, expending so much effort and flattery?

"Is this what you think?" Yang Juyu was furious. He reached out and pinched Chen Yan's chin, his eyes growing colder.

"I will only say this once: from this day forward, you will serve Senior Brother Fang Yi the same way you serve me."

Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless.

A chilling aura, intertwined with the fake core's energy, descended, causing Chen Yan's delicate body to tremble with extreme fear.

She didn't know why her husband, who had been her bedmate for decades, suddenly flew into a rage, but he was quick to seize the opportunity.

"Master, please forgive me. Yan'er understands and will not do it again!" She hurriedly raised the scroll in her hand.

"Master, here is the information you requested about Ice Soul Peak. Yan'er has already collected it all."

Yang Juyu flipped through the pages quickly, skimming the book and familiarizing himself with it.

"Snapped!"

Another slap landed, leaving Chen Yan's cheeks swollen and the bright red handprints clearly visible.

"I have repeatedly warned you about the matter concerning the sect leader, why didn't you say so sooner?"

Yang Juyu was startled awake from his cloud bed, hurriedly put on his Dharma robe, and transformed into a beam of light, fleeing towards the Five Extremes Peak.

"Reflect on your actions! Give me an explanation when I return!"

"My lord, Ju Yu requests an audience!" Yang Ju Yu's respectful voice came from outside the main hall.

Looking at the slightly bowing cultivator outside the door, Fang Yi waved his sleeves and opened the sandalwood carved door to both sides.

Yang Juyu, dressed in a crimson robe, held a book made of animal hide in his hands, his head slightly lowered, his steps light.

Looking at Fang Yi, who stood with his hands behind his back, exuding a powerful aura, he inexplicably felt a sense of submission and closeness.

Lowering his head even further, gazing at a corner of the main hall shrouded in dark clouds, Yang Juyu lowered his head even more, kneeling on one knee and raising the book in his hand.

This was all the information he had gathered about Ice Soul Peak by using his connections, entrusting his friends, and ordering his disciples.

"My lord, according to my humble inquiries..."

Aside from Han Jing, several Foundation Establishment disciples under Master Jiu Han have come to visit you.

Hengyi Zhenren in the Ancestral Hall of Chunyang Peak and Xiao Yan, who is in the late stage of Foundation Establishment at Tianji Peak, both received visiting cards.

Furthermore, my humble friend Leopard Talisman saw Master Jiuhan's junior disciple entering and leaving the ancient city of Dadu, where Master Tai was also visiting.

“Hengyi, Youtai, Xiaoyan.” Fang Yi reached out and took down the book, pondering as he flipped through it.

"Zhang Hengyi has condensed his Golden Core, Yan Youtai's True Core is of a high grade, and Xiao Yan has the Bodhi Branch. In the eyes of the cultivators in the sect, they all have a bright future."
Are they all cultivators with wood-elemental roots? Core formation, or at least a chance of it? What is Jiu Han doing?

"I have almost completed the refinement of the Soul-Startling Crane. After this is over, I will make a trip to Ice Soul Peak."

Fang Yi murmured to himself, thinking about the aura of Ice Soul Peak and Yang Cai'er's seclusion for cultivation, and made a rough guess. He walked over to Yang Juyu's side, patted his broad shoulder, and praised him.

"Well done!"

The seemingly ordinary words uttered by Fang Yi were incredibly moving to Yang Juyu.

His face flushed, and he felt his magical power flowing smoothly, making his bones feel lighter.

"Rest assured, my lord, I will keep a close eye on Ice Soul Peak's every move."

Fang Yi nodded slightly. Yang Juyu's soul was bewitched and he was shrouded in a terrifying spell. Apart from the severance of his path to immortality, his pseudo-core cultivation was enough to make him a decent tool.

"Okay, let's go back."

I remember that Xiao Lie, a junior, is also being kept in mind by me.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I obey!" Yang Juyu kowtowed deeply and crawled away on his knees.

As he reached the threshold, gazing at the swirling, gloomy clouds, he spoke.

"Master, if you are cultivating in Xuan Yang Mountain, you should not refine demonic treasures."

Tian Quezi is keeping a close eye on this matter; if he finds out, it will be a huge problem.

"Yes, I understand."

This puppet was a fortuitous find in my early years; if it can be repaired, it will be a great help.

Fang Yi nodded slightly and casually offered an explanation.

The inheritance of demonic arts is rare, and there is no such inheritance in Xuan Yang Mountain. Those who refine demonic treasures are naturally regarded as spies.

"boom!"

In a daze, Yang Juyu inexplicably lost a part of his memory.

He weighed the Qinglin Pot in his sleeve, strode confidently toward the medicinal herb field in search of Liangqu.

"Junior Brother Liang, the Qinglin Pot you asked me to refine."

"Thank you, senior brother. The quality of this Qinglin teapot far exceeds my expectations." Liang Qu held the teapot tightly in his hand, unable to put it down.

He originally thought that asking Yang Juyu for help would be acceptable in exchange for a high-grade magic artifact, but he never expected that it would be the Qinglin Pot, a top-grade magic artifact.

With this top-grade magical artifact for cultivating spiritual plants, his confidence in suppressing another near-third-tier spiritual plant master increased by another ten percent.

"Haha, if you want to thank someone, thank the sect leader."

"If it weren't for Senior Brother Fang's decree, I, Yang, wouldn't have gone to such lengths."

Inside the main hall of the sect leader, he felt the nourishing power of the Sweet Rain Cloud Technique growing in the third-tier medicinal field.

Fang Yi nodded slightly and took out several spirit-sealing jade boxes from his storage bag.

"Xiao Qi is right, Yang Juyu is right. The Frightened Crane in the gate is no match for the Azure Feather White Crane."

The sealed jade box was opened, revealing a vigorous ancient vine of sky blue, surrounded by a wisp of auspicious purple light and glittering golden spirit ore.

"A mid-grade second-tier ancient green vine, the auspicious purple light obtained from Changsun Jie, and the gilded ore bequeathed by True Person Runyu."

Fang Yi waved his sleeves, and purple light and auspicious energy condensed into threads, continuously penetrating the bones of the startled crane.

The dark and sinister aura gradually became tinged with a faint purple hue, radiating an auspicious light.
(End of this chapter)